Untitled Poem

Imagine you’re a bold and foolish would-be tweenage “‍hero‍”.
Shield: one; long sword: one; common sense: near zero
Your closest friend (a would-be mage)
Just brought you news that set the stage:
It seems an ogre’s on the rage!
If all of this were true
What do you think you’d do?

I think that I would track it down
And tell it not to stick aroun’.

To track it’s not as easy as you thought that it would be.
It’s probable that it left tracks, but all that you can see
Are broken sticks and bits of yuck
Around the places that it’s struck.
But tracks? You see none in the muck;
Your friend, as well, sees none.
What next? Or are you done?